My Stepbrother: Secret Obsession

High class b***h of the generation

LEIGH

College; a pathway of advancement, personal growth, economic stability. An opportunity to learn, socialize and grow professionally.

My whole life I had been preparing for it.

Football; teaches respect, endurance, persistence, and patience.

Also, my whole life I've trained all day long for it.

Football had cleared my way to college but that's where the problem is. Through the year I had played the star quarterback in Princeton, and won the Ivy championship cup, but yet I realized I had failed the rules of the game.

Endurance, persistence, and patience, I failed those simple regulations the moment I stepped into that house that I thought was home when my dad bought it.

All I wanted was to have a normal six weeks as dad had asked for.

If not because football had taught me respect, obedience, and acceptance I wouldn't bring myself to this town. But growing up, my father had always reminded me of those three laws of football, he had made it clear how much I could get rejected by the ivy schools if I fail those three laws.

Respect, obedience, and acceptance. He said.

I must say, those helped me through my early teenage years, it bestowed upon me patience and I didn't have to struggle with the changes of adolescence.

Until she came. Until she took my heart just so she could crush it at the end.

Football had always been my comfort, it had been my punching bag, it had never pushed me away like most of the girls in my life had done. But still, while playing the league I had been devastated. It was a miracle I maintained my GPA.

Ava; she's my stepsister, the girl who I gave everything, the only one I trusted, and also the only one who had my heart in her hands; so she chooses to squeeze every tiny bit of sensitivity in me until I'm completely dry.

At least that's what I thought through the past years until I stepped into my home back in Las Vegas.

It was the actual point where I discovered I hadn't acquired endurance, persistence, and patience.

The sirens were everywhere, so are the cops and teenagers running around the compound.

Through the blue and red lights twinkling around the house from the cop's vehicles, I spotted sobered and drunken kids running for either their rides or their friends.

Fun; It is what teenagers call it. For me it was ignorance.

'To achieve and become successful, you have to be smart and civil.' Dad had said.

Civil? I also lost that since after walking into that house where I couldn't make eye contact with Ava.

How will she approach me? It was my biggest fear. It was why I put down my persistence over what I really wanted and refused myself the need to hear her voice, confront her in person. It was why I left Las Vegas early before the school year began and claimed to remain devoted to academic concepts that I skipped the past holidays through my freshmen year.

But dad, the man I can never say no to, demanded my presence this summer. After all, he understood and gave me the time I needed all through the excuses I gave just so to avoid coming home.

So here I am serving another of his duties. He had called earlier and mandated me to stop by our Summerlin building before heading for the mountain house where almost the whole family is.

He had requested two things, first, Susan's car since I wasn't driving from the airport. I left my Bugatti under the care of Noah, a friend back in school. And second, my stepsister who lied about summer lessons when there was none.

Did she know I was coming? Maybe that's why she lied.

After the call, it left me wondering how much it had changed. How long it had been. Who was I going to meet, because the Ava I used to know was cautious, truthful, and always obsessed with the legitimacy of things?

Change; change happens as time goes on, and as human beings, we all are capable of transition. Sometimes we take control of it ourselves while sometimes it takes control of us whilst having no idea, that we dismiss the honesty from those who could see the damage it had impacted on us. Change is like a mood, it could be counterfeited or it could be inevitable.

I won't argue, I have my own variations.

Which include resistance.

And so after the little conversation I had with officer Ken, I grab the key of Susan's black Maserati Levante Trofeo before exiting the house to seek fresh air so I could breathe.

It has been long, I knew damn well I wasn't over her but I was hoping I will be able to resist the temptation of pulling her into a hug and flying her over my shoulder. To tell her how my year went and how Princeton had been a cell for me without having heard from her. To tell her she looks pretty, taller and ask her why she dyed her hair.

Endurance, persistence, and patience, were like a rope around my neck strangling me.

It was hard to govern my instincts and not let myself succumb to what I've been craving.

"You have a big house, dude." Julian impressively commented, his eyes still observing the facade.

I smile small and unlock the garage with the remote in my hand.

Julian and I go to the same school just as we both are sociology majors. He is one of the best linebackers you can find on the team.

He's also a fan of my father so when he had another fight with his dad be decided to follow me here for the holiday.

In the garage was an unfamiliar magnolia Bentley Bentayga parked by my left, although Lilith had sent me all the details from Ava's sixteen birthday, so I was mindful of its owner.

By the time I pull out of the garage, Julian's mouth was laying horizontally on the cemented driveway.

"This is sick man. How many crazy wheels does your family own?" Wholly wowed, he hopped in, his hands tracing the patterns and every slope of the interior.

"A little." I chuckled, his hand slaps my shoulder and he objected.

It was like I am free again until she walks out of the entrance door and advances toward the vehicle. Her eyes were fixed on the phone screen she is tapping onto.

She had washed away the makeup and change into faded jean shorts, a black sleeveless top, and white kicks.

There she looks great, a little older than the last time I saw her, her hair was a great wave of golden blonde, leaping around her sides. Something she would never do when she first came to this city because artificial attachments weren't her thing. A ponytail or a messy bun was comfortable enough for her.

Right now, looking at her, there was sufficient evidence of change.

With each step she takes, I was struggling inside. How can I survive a whole month and a half with her in the same house?

She circles the car and yanks the passenger door, Julian who's occupying the seat shoots her a wide grin.

"Holly whole cake... Who are you?" She folds her bottom lip between her teeth just the way she'd do before.

But her phrase was strange to me, her attitude was something very difficult to determine.

Julian heaves a sigh, I refuse to look but from the side of my eye, I saw him offered her a hand when he tells her his name.

"Julian Mallard." She repeated, her tongue seductively rotating around her inner cheeks, her eyes glance at me.

Shit, and she caught me gawking.

"I am the high-class b***h of the generation.”

What?

Old Ava would never swear like that.

I have to remind myself is not my place to interfere in whatever changes she's going through, she can transform as much as she chooses.

Again, through the sideway glances, I sighted Julian’s amazed expression, and something stuck in my throat.

"Get in," I said after swallowing twice.

"I will drive my car." Her lips spread into a challenging smile and she began heading for the garage.

I am not here for whatever game she is playing.

"Get back in here," I shouted from the open window and the response I get was a middle finger.

Really? Does she think she's suddenly a badass?

God, please help me survive these six weeks.

After three seconds pass and the annoyance hadn't subsided, I breathed softly to calm my nerves.

If I was alone in here, I could be punching the wheels, but right here I have to behave like a normal brother and act reasonably.

From ahead of us I can see the garage door halfway open, she lowered her torso and slide into the parking space.

Great job, she's propelling my impatience.

Dad says to bring her home, not by any means let her bring her car to the mountain house or allow her to drive any sort of vehicle at this time of the day.

Endurance persistent and patience. I keep reciting mentally.

"She's getting in the car." Julian silently notified me of what I am peering at.

Without replying, I climb out of the ride and stride into the garage, snatching the door of the Bentley before she could process my intention.

Having full sense absent, I act before thinking and my hand wraps around her wrist pulling her out of the vehicle until her body is sandwiched between the car and mine.

Wrong move.

I endeavor to step back but it was too late; those slim arms looped my neck, supporting her height until she's standing on the tip of her toes like a perfect ballerina. Her body bind against mine.

Looks like the table has turned, I was stiffened and she was the one taking control.

All the efforts I made burying my flaws and building an honorable brother, a better son, and a good friend. The ethical standards of personality. Everything was ravaged with the familiar scent of her shampoo. At least something hasn't changed.

Her eyes linger on my lips, I couldn't tell the emotions in them but I knew she was thinking about something I am also yearning for.

I reckon she missed it too.

Our breathing was synchronizing, hard, and fast. I could feel her heartbeat against my skin.

It takes an average of five seconds when she decided to end the misery for both of us and attach her lips to mine.

And f**k if this isn't the basic nutrient I need.

There it is, the distinct flavor; she tastes like wine and fruits, her lips were blossom soft. She nibbles and sucks on me, pulling my neck nigher even when the depth of the kiss was intense. Our tongues move in a pattern, taping hungrily while we devour each other like we hadn't had food for a year.

It was what I lost, it was what I spend the year reminiscing, it evokes various desires. For instance, I needed more of this, I needed this moment to last forever, I needed questions too.

But a horn startled the both of us and she peels off her lips from mine.

She timidly scratches her nape with her hand, her gazes fixated on my chest.

What just happened? She better not be regretting because I am not.

"Did that..." I began but she interrupted.

"I think I am seeing dots." Her eyes met mine but before I could study through them, the lids closed and her body collapses on me.

She literally passed out.